Confession

So I have a confession...I am not very good at accepting help. I am a do it herself kinda gal, a bit stubborn and certainly a control freak. I am sure many of you have figured this out by now. One of the things I have come to realize amongst the many in this journey. Is that this is the first time in my life I really feel like I need the help of others. This is a horrible confession and it makes me sound kinda....I don't know know how to say selfish I guess. This has brought me to my knees and I feel completely out of control. I did not realize the willingness of people to give so many things, or the fact that sometimes we really need to accept that willingness to help. Many people have offered meals and I say or we are doing well and some people have just not taken me at my word and brought us meals anyway. In fact they were all right and it has allowed us not to worry about making meals for our kids each night. Tony and I especially me are struggling to eat right now, nerves and all. But this kindness does not go unnoticed and actually makes me a little nervous because my kids are used to eating my burnt dinners every night and now they will expect me to be a better cook. So to each of you who have not listened to me, we have had some nice dinners as a family here at the hospital and my kids have raved about the cooking and baking. So thank you the meals have smelled amazing and the few nights I have been able to eat a bite or two taste amazing as well. Thank you all so much.

Ronda